Little Dead Bertha Morning Light
Morning light
After long hard night
Is gray and sad as your feelings
Mist in your eyes
And pain in your head
And this all your killing
Stay only belief in best
What this day give your rest
And dreams return to you
For the present feel bad
In the mirror you as dead
You know that is true
Flowing rain
In your tired brain
Is cold and dim as your sense
Sorrow in your heart
And tremor in your hands
This all for you my friend.
